I could have listened to you every night
your soothing breaths colliding into the haze
between awake and utter oblivion,
my moments twisted around the sound of your voice.
I could have drank you forever.
Swallowed you whole, ignoring the burning in my chest
tears stinging my eyes, tongue repelling,
sick of the taste of future regret vomited
across morning afters.
I would have sipped you down
every waking day.
You were my cool shot of whiskeyI'm sober now.